Presidents to represent meI'm out for presidents to represent meI'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerateShall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shitLive out my dreams until my heart give outInvolved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's aboutFuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish outLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubtMy life ain't rosy but I roll with itMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did itAnd now it's kosher, shit is so HasidicI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitchesWatch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardonedShit I'm involved with got me pins and needlesAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed youPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch yaFreeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the feeRappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with meMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harderYou know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn CarterG.S. the fuck up, dress the fuck upWatch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck upAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer'sSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramasTalk to me

Presidents to represent meI'm out for presidents to represent meI'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddingNiggas got them kinda dreams from JayYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your millNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bailNiggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, wellI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swellThere's heaven, then there's hell niggasOne day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your liesAlibis ain't matching up, bullshit catching upHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicleEverything was all good just a week ago'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling just ain't youAside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at barsYou know you wouldn't be involvedWith the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millersEast Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelersLittle monkey niggas turn gorillasStopped at the station, filled up on octaneAnd now they not sane and not playing, that goes without sayingSlaying day in and day out with money playing, then they play you outTrying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemyRepresenting infinity with presidencies, you know?